My son wants to earn enough money for a desktop computer which is roughly $300-$400. Good luck, I barely make enough to feed you guys and pay utilities.
I sent out social media notices that my son was looking for babysitting gigs. Sure, he would hit his brother’s head on any given day but for children not related to him, he is extremely kind and loving. It seemed like a win-win situation.
Sure enough, my buddy, N responded that they wanted date night and needed a sitter.
“Is $10 an hour ok?”
Are you shitting me? I’m about to quit my job and just be a sitter all the time. Yeah, I think he’ll survive, daddy warbucks.
My son was in heaven, he was going to make more money than he ever had in all his life.
This reminded me of how I used to babysit at his age…..and I fuckin’ hated it.
For real, I was like I am these disaster’s toy. We would go down to their stupid smelly basement that smelled like 4 day old macaroni and cheese and play stupid games till I willed my father to come pick me up. Obviously he didn’t get the message since we were in the basement and the signal wasn’t good.
At 11:30 I would scream in my head to the 2.5 year old,
“I will give you 4 Elmo dolls if you’ll just fall the fuck asleep!” Obviously I didn’t use words like this, but this is what I was thinking.
Eventually the parents would come home from their evening at Applebees and Titantic. Yep, they really had high standards here.
‘Will you just take me the fuck home,’ is what I thought as they distributed the $20 I had earned for 5-6 hours of torture with their sub-par kids. Their kids annoyed me and at no point in the evening or any evening did I think,
‘You know, I would make a kick-ass teacher.’
Fuck no. I’m like “pass around the birth control bitch!”
Your welcome. I just said above what everyone wants to say. And if you dare say, “I just LOVE being a mom. It’s so easy for me.” Please unfollow my blog and follow shit like Goldfish and Dreams or Dirty Socks and Washing Machines”. There is no place for that type of negativity on my blog.
These thoughts run through my brain almost daily as a nanny. Anything from “omg you are a super star kid” to “what the actual fudge muffin sugar cookie?! Someone take out my uterus” (Yes I have now transitioned from using swears in my head to using “teacher appropriate semi-swears” in my head. Is that as low as a person can get? I’m not sure.
I had a grand total of ONE paying babysitting gig before I was 16. The baby cried when I tried to put it to sleep because it was the first time it was alone with a babysitter and it was my very first time babysitting (I was 12) and I had to call the neighbour to come and help me make the 2 year old stop crying.
Wow…that would scar me for life for that to happen! And yes, you’ve stooped pretty low to semi-swear. Just swear! It feels good and really drives home the point!
Lol I can’t swear anymore. I’ve been working with children for too long I no longer have the ability
Very true!
Anybody who says they love being a parent 100% of the time is lying, and anyone who claims it’s easy is either not doing the job or self-medicating to get through it. Mine is 17 and a half (you start tracking the months again, here at the end of the road) and you know I remind him on the regular that alligators eat their young.
Exactly and I hate people that live behind this visage! So really, you start counting months towards the end? Wow!
LMAO. Pass around the birth control?
I know, raunchy, but it made me laugh when writing it and that’s how I feel!
Never babysat a day in my adolescent life, thank fuck. Didn’t have the temperament for it then and I sure as hell don’t now, lol.
You were lucky. About 20 minutes in I’m thinking to myself, “well, I’m done. I need to go home.”